An Ongoing Reformation
Like frost throwing fractals
Across a windowpane,
I shape my life,
Without thought:
A random re-gathering
Of my sundry parts.
Cognitive Dissonance
I live in a world of shadows
Hiding within my thoughts, trapped
Perhaps by the cave wall’s proximity.
Sudden influxes of light blind
With their sharp stabs of insight
Sending me deeper into dark’s solace.
Safer to sit here weaving the tatters
Of my misconceptions, a shroud
Of warmth against some other life.
(November 2010)
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